[ The temptation to lower his shields more, take a peek at where Shiro's head is at, is pretty damn strong, but Sam ignores it. The bleed through he's getting is enough, anyway, and Sam doesn't need to go prying in someone's head to be able to tell that they enjoyed a kiss.
He didn't expect the way Shiro's looking at him from behind half-lidded eyes would actually make his pulse quicken a little, or that for a moment it almost makes him want to lean in and kiss Shiro again.
But he shoves it down, expression soft and warm as he tucks the stolen ribbon into his pocket. ]
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He didn't expect the way Shiro's looking at him from behind half-lidded eyes would actually make his pulse quicken a little, or that for a moment it almost makes him want to lean in and kiss Shiro again.
But he shoves it down, expression soft and warm as he tucks the stolen ribbon into his pocket. ]
That's a good look on you, man.